Edward Kofi Louis
His Work - Poem by Edward Kofi Louis
He brews his beer and,
Frees his mind with his work;
Like the muse of a new born baby;
But, he frees his mind with the muse of his work.
To escape from the ways of the world and,
To concentrate on his work;
And, he brews his beer to free his mind from the world with the muse of his work.
Post, cost, most, lost, host, ghost, frost;
And like trousers made from goat's skin.
He brews his beer;
Learning and teaching others for 9 weeks at his place of work.
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